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Ananya said nothing. She walked past the glistening office and into the production floor. The air smelled of dust, not antiseptic. She opened a raw material drum labeled “Artesunate API.” Using a field test kit, she dropped a reagent into a sample.

Ananya pulled out her phone and showed him a photo of a young girl, Riya, who had nearly died from a similar fake drug in Uttar Pradesh the previous month. ipksindia

The Nagpur batch failed every single one. Ananya said nothing

The liquid turned orange. It should have turned blue. ipksindia

Mr. Mehta’s smile vanished. “We have political connections. This will go away.”